The amount of 'Awwwwww' going on within Naminé wants to burst out right now like a waterfall.

She tilts her head, her long-ish blonde hair falling over one side of her shoulder. "You wrote a story?" she asks, unable to keep the admiration in her voice. She takes the notebook, then straightens a little as she flips it open.

In it, she studies Riku's scrawl for a moment, smiling to herself. "I can't believe you did all this for me," she says softly, her voice barely audible.